Disclaimer: Ghost in the Shell is not mine. I can't even think of what to
do with it if it was.
Note: Throughout the movie, Kusanagi makes a lot of speeches about humankind and what is the meaning of it in the first place. This is another one, taking place sometime during the duration of when she was diving. Also, a few mentions of God are here. So, if you're religious, Flames are not accepted.
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What is humankind? Why was it created? What is the point to being human in the first place? These are three questions that cross my mind, no, not my mind, my ghost, often. If you can make cyborgs, what is the point to being human? Finally, a question I can answer. If you're a cyborg, you must be created. If you are human, you can create them. If humans never existed, then neither would cyborgs. I'm confusing myself. Wait, do I 'have' a self? Another one to add to my ever-growing list of questions.
There are so many things that I ask, but never is there an answer. Maybe I'm just getting paranoid from being cramped up in this titanium body, wait, shell. A thing that confines you from the world. Sometimes I wonder why I even exist. I guess everyone does at some point. Questions like 'Why does the earth exist?' and 'Why do humans and cyborgs alike, die?' spring to my mind as quick as I think of more foolish questions.
Why is there a voice, a whisper that echoes throughout your ghost? Why does it repeat the one problem you're struggling against, endlessly? Why does mine continue whispering; 'Puppet Master, Puppet Master, Puppet Master'? More questions that will never be answered. Why must I think up these questions? Why must everything be so confusing? What is the point to life? Why does the world get stranger every day?
God. Another source for questions. Questions like, 'Why does God exist?' and, 'Is there 'really' a God?' come to me as I float towards the surface. I wish all these questions would stop. Yet more 'What is existence?' questions come as I stare at the sky. Oh well. I'll just have to live with it. I ask myself even more as I climb onto the boat, but only Lord knows if there will ever be answered..
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Constructive criticism is always accepted, but flames are not. This is my first Ghost in the Shell fic, so please be kind and review! -ESS
Note: Throughout the movie, Kusanagi makes a lot of speeches about humankind and what is the meaning of it in the first place. This is another one, taking place sometime during the duration of when she was diving. Also, a few mentions of God are here. So, if you're religious, Flames are not accepted.
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What is humankind? Why was it created? What is the point to being human in the first place? These are three questions that cross my mind, no, not my mind, my ghost, often. If you can make cyborgs, what is the point to being human? Finally, a question I can answer. If you're a cyborg, you must be created. If you are human, you can create them. If humans never existed, then neither would cyborgs. I'm confusing myself. Wait, do I 'have' a self? Another one to add to my ever-growing list of questions.
There are so many things that I ask, but never is there an answer. Maybe I'm just getting paranoid from being cramped up in this titanium body, wait, shell. A thing that confines you from the world. Sometimes I wonder why I even exist. I guess everyone does at some point. Questions like 'Why does the earth exist?' and 'Why do humans and cyborgs alike, die?' spring to my mind as quick as I think of more foolish questions.
Why is there a voice, a whisper that echoes throughout your ghost? Why does it repeat the one problem you're struggling against, endlessly? Why does mine continue whispering; 'Puppet Master, Puppet Master, Puppet Master'? More questions that will never be answered. Why must I think up these questions? Why must everything be so confusing? What is the point to life? Why does the world get stranger every day?
God. Another source for questions. Questions like, 'Why does God exist?' and, 'Is there 'really' a God?' come to me as I float towards the surface. I wish all these questions would stop. Yet more 'What is existence?' questions come as I stare at the sky. Oh well. I'll just have to live with it. I ask myself even more as I climb onto the boat, but only Lord knows if there will ever be answered..
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Constructive criticism is always accepted, but flames are not. This is my first Ghost in the Shell fic, so please be kind and review! -ESS
